Animal Abuse?
May 9th 2010 21:00
A couple of posts ago I mentioned my sister was asking me why Brett’s nephew was trying to get Butterscotch to play air drums. Wouldn’t it have made more sense for him to do this with the more placid Gingersnap?
I asked Brett about this.
Unlike Brett, I don’t come from a large family so no, I don’t encounter many teenagers. As if reading my mind, Brett then said, “Teenagers like to muck around. So he would want to pick the cat he can rile up.”
This sounds cruel to me. “My sister says that is a form of animal abuse.”
“It is abuse,” Brett said before getting up from the lounge to get another drink. I used the time to check where the boys were. It was a cold and windy night and Brett had left the back door open for them to come and go as they pleased. Needless to say, neither cat was interested in venturing outdoors.
I found Gingersnap at the back of the kitchen. Meanwhile, Butterscotch had wandered out to the courtyard at the back. I tried to beckon him to come back inside but he ignored me. I went back inside to talk to Brett. When I came back to the courtyard, Butterscotch had disappeared. Brett and I naturally assumed he decided to explore the neighbourhood after all and sat down to talk.
“Aren’t you scared they’ll go missing?” I asked him. “After all, Butterscotch did go missing several months ago.”
“No,” Brett said. “Because they love this place and they know this is their home.”
I then wandered up the hallway and noticed a cat sitting on Brett’s bed. Thinking it was Gingersnap, I went over to stroke him. Instead, it was Butterscotch. It was unbelievable how he could quietly sneak back inside without either of us noticing. Now that both cats were safely inside, I locked the back door.
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